Revelations

twenty one

author's note: if you've been reading revelations consistently up to this point, you know that I've messed with the timeline a couple times because 1) marvel doesn't make it clear how much time actually passes within the universe and 2) I don't care enough about making the ages accurate as they are in the movies - as obvious by how I made the 5 year blip become around 2 years. 

so I mention Peter turning eighteen in this fic (at some point I forgot the chapter lol) because as my timeline goes, that's how it is. I know he's not eighteen in the mcu yet! and I know most 18 year olds are graduated already, but I actually had quite a few friends that turned 18 before their senior year, so this just makes sense to me more than trying to rewrite my own messed up timeline lol. in my mind y/n was younger than peter before the snap, just by maybe six months or something, so he would be turning 18 while she's still 19 if that makes sense?

anyway, hope you guys enjoy, we're finally getting back into some actual plot lol

warnings: language, jake gyllenhaal 🤢

The quinjet got you to Europe way faster than normal. You remembered being in them just a few times with Natasha on smaller missions she wanted you on during your first months of college. The memories of those brought a bad taste to your mouth, so you shoved them away as you followed Hill into the base.

"I'm pretty sure Nick should've gotten Peter by now," she said as she walked at a quick pace in front of you, "He should be able to catch you both up."

"There was plenty of time for that on the flight," you muttered, ignoring her look. 

"It would be easier if you met Quentin first and got all the details from there."

You had no idea who that was, but since questioning didn't seem to get you anywhere, you just decided to wait until someone told you. She finally led you into the main room after about five minutes of walking, and you still couldn't relax.

You glanced around at the warehouse she seemed to have brought you to, not liking the amount of people that were seeing you unmasked. The only thing keeping you from putting it on anyway was her statement that everyone here already knew your identity. 

Nick Fury was in the middle of the room, gesturing to a holographic table in the middle. The man from the footage earlier, the one they were calling Mysterio, was also there - but he wasn't wearing his helmet, either. Identities didn't seem to matter here, clearly.

And of course, your boyfriend was standing with them, mask off, his eyebrows knit together as he looked at the figures on the table. It only took a second for him to glance up, doing a double take when he realized you were there with Maria.

Of course no one told him you were coming.

"O-oh, hey babe, baby, hi," he stuttered, and your frown deepened while the man next to Fury looked amused. "What-what are you doing here?"

"No one's really told me yet, at least not clearly," you couldn't help but relax a little despite the circumstances, feeling that weight almost life off your shoulders as you walked up to join him. You always felt better when you were around him.

"Why did you go get her?" Peter asked Fury with wide eyes, and you gave him a dirty look. "That's, I mean, I'm so glad you're here! I just...you were supposed to be taking a break, and..."

He trailed off, and you knew he was talking about the therapy thing and the nightmares. You were glad he didn't say that specifically in front of others, though.